Authenticity

  • Stories

    Oh, the stories we tell to amuse and destroy ourselves. Continue reading

  • Resistance

    When the wind whispers into the bones of the trees, it is calling to say: ‘This is life as it is. And my breath will bend you the way that it does.’ Resistance is futile when you’re a tree. Continue reading

  • Raging Humanity

    Where do I put the pieces of me that I do not wish to see? Where do I put the pieces of others that cut my gentle flesh and baste me in the black oil of smiles and lies? Are… Continue reading

  • Chains

    I see the chains of humanity, do you? It is okay to see the chains. They are there. We have built them. We can pull them apart, too, link by link until there is only one sweet day and a… Continue reading

  • Permission

    The song of this heart sings without permission. Continue reading

  • Grey

    Shall I sing to you only of sun shiny days? I cannot. The clouds are grey over the meadow and the rain falls fat and cold upon the emerald green. I will not tell you the sun is shining. It… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    This life. It is not what they have shown it to be. The cold stone walls, the repeating days in chains of grey. This life is the art I hold in my own hands. The art of my body as… Continue reading

  • Be You

    Shine, my sweet bloggy family. Always be you. In all your flawed magnificence. open.spotify.com/track/1haQRuZnoggW6U6l5jFIj9 Continue reading

  • A Sweet Dream

    I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman. I am not contained in stories of suffering. I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making. A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black… Continue reading

  • I Am Free

    I am a star bursting to life. There are no walls in the sky. I am free. Continue reading